Troy still made me sandwiches, their contents a constantly shifting assortment of meats, seasonal vegetables, or just the leftovers that he was able to pilfer from Rye Whiskey.

"You looked hungry, Heaven" Troy always said, which honestly just meant that Troy was hungry and also aware of how we both tended to get into our work, even when I wasn't at the office. He wasn't often wrong, even though he still ate three sandwiches to any one I managed. The garnishes were often still a feast of their own, cheese and fruit and...

His gentle smile, all these years later.